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Incest Sophisticated Bengalee Family
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You should continue and write more stories after this one, Your story is on sticky threads that means Admin and Mods are supporting your story,
I am coming to English section just to read your story and get excited to get another update ASAP.
If You stopped We will lost a one more gem because we lost so many great writers after XB shut down his forum and nobody writing an epic real family incest saga so It will be big loss for readers! ?
I think you're exaggerating about my writing pattern. However supports of so many readers like you, have motivated me greatly and maybe, I would be able to come back within two days by another and new type of episode. Thanks and have a nice day.
I am so grateful for accepting our request, and I don't know I was exaggerating or not, I just write what my heart said about your story!
Episode : 47
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Although more characters would come with the proceedings of this fictitious family saga, it would be more convenient if we look back into the characters so far participated in this multi-chapter basis family.
A) Sudhir's family :-
1. Sudhir, 48 yrs old Headmaster.
2. Sumitra, 45 yrs old famous Politician, Sudhir's wife.
3. Sumana, 22 yrs old, their daughter.
4. Subha, HS student, their son.
5. Kaloo, 18 yrs old Adibasi, their servant, Ramu's son.
6. Malti, 22 yrs old Adibasi, their maid, Kaloo's elder sister and Ramu's daughter.
B) Ashim's family :-
1. Ashim, 38 yrs old Doctor, Sudhir's brother.
2. Aparna, 35 yrs old Nurse, Ashim's wife.
3. Anju, Class-X student, their daughter.
4. Dipu, Class-VIII student, their son.
5. Piku, Baby, their kid.
6. Anuradhadevi, 55 yrs old famous Authoress, Aparna's widow mother.
7. Surindar, 19 yrs old Punjabi, driver of both families.
C) Aslam's family :-
1. Aslam, 46 yrs old teacher, Sudhir's friend.
2. Shabana, 45 yrs old, singer cum TV serial actress, Aslam's wife.
3. Karim, 18 yrs old student, their son.
4. Kader, Aslam's brother, Pimp.
5. Ramu, 55 yrs old Adibasi, their cook cum servant.
D) Guruji Swami Nityananda, 51 yrs old, chief of "Maa Sharada Ashram"
E) Sreelekha's Family :-
1. Mrs. Sreelekha Maitra, 46 yrs, Tollygunge film-actress.
2. Maiya Maitra ( Sanyal )/ Oishi, MP pass student.
3. Aditya Sanyal, 50 yrs, Husband of Sreelekha, screenplay writer.
F) Guddu, 25 yrs, Malayalam Caretaker/Driver/Cook of the Ashram's Guesthouse at Digha.
G) Raghu, 25 yrs, Sreelekha's Driver.
H) Mrs. Paramita Chatterjee, 36 yrs, Playback singer, Chairperson of Sabitri Mata Ashram.
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"Mataji, where are you? We can't start the oblation without you", Guruji's sudden call interrupted Sabitri Mata's sweet and tasty dinner with her son and friend.
"Oh! Sorry Guruji. I'm having my dinner now and after that I'll start my journey with my son. So please wait some more and am very sorry for my delay as others and you've to face so much inconveniences", apologizing to Guruji, the chieftain priestess completed her dinner quickly.
"It's OK Mataji, there's no need to be worry as I've to complete an another programme. I just intimate you earlier to be ready as you've occupied with so many important works of the Ashram. So have patience and a safe journey, bye," assuring to the anxious priestess, the great Guruji cut off his mobile.
Relieving from the anxiety, Sabitri Mata then turned her head to her friend and said, "Sree dear, don't mind for not attending with you and continue our rest of enjoyment. I think you've to pass a restless night today but don't be frustrate baby, as my son would compensate your loss, isn't it dear? Oh yes, what's about your conversation with your producer-director, Monojbabu?"
"He isn't feeling well and postpone our today's programme. So I'm not leaving the Guesthouse and would stay here", Sreelekha replied.
"OK, goodnight, bye", saying this the holy priestess hugged her friend, kissed her lips and after that she went out with her son.
On the way, Sabitri Mata received a phone call from Paramita who requested her to take over the charge of Digha's Ashram and stay there permanently. Sabitri Mata became glad hearing her plea and accepted her proposal immediately as her son and she, both liked the place and the disciples of that area very much.
Moreover her daughter-in-law Sumana also expressed her desire to stay with her and serve her respected mother-in-law as well as the people and disciples of Digha like her. It was an another good news to the chieftain priestess as she would be able from now to see her dearest grandson all the time.
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Sreelekha looked at their leaving with a look of hopelessness thinking about the sudden loss of that night's torrid sexual adventures. Releasing a deep sigh, she completed her dinner watching her own movie on the TV and after that she chatted with her only daughter Maiya ( Oishi ) for some time.
Then her thoughts were plunged deeply into her past happenings, regarding her brought up and career. Mainly, she had been brought up in the South Kolkata, by a strong orthodox Bengalee family.
So adultery was something, she had been brought up not even to think about, let alone get involved with. But that all changed after her involvement into Tollygunge Films society which took over her life drastically.
Sreelekha was married with a only daughter, which she had lately, maybe after five years of her marriage and continue check up under the supervision of her family doctor. Actually, she guessed that might be, both her husband and she weren't usually fertile.
Her husband was a successful screenwriter, but that success not implied that he would neglect his family and stay away from home far more often these days than he was in earlier.
On the other hand, there wasn't much to do on the edge of that area of the town when she hadn't any role in the film and she'd become bored out of her skull. The domesticity of her filmy-colleagues didn't hold her attention and her increasingly boredom was overlaid by sexual frustration.
She was pretty sure, that her husband was fucking around with the Ashram's chairperson Paramita, during her outdoor film-shooting, even in some normal days also. So when he came home, he always seemed too tired to invite her to make love to him. And all too often, he resisted her advances, if she took the initiative.
At one point, she even tried to drink, but she'd realised later that the biggest effect it was having, was to make her put on weight. Naturally, she gained the weight within few months and became a busty lady, with a weight of 68 kgs, being just 5'3" in height.
However she'd always been proud of her body and forced herself to give up the bad habit of being alcoholic. In its place, she threw herself into some joga and jogging but failed to loose her extra weight which she already gained.
Although she was bored and frustrated with her decreasing filmy-career, she never compromised with her clean image and chastity. As a result, she had to reject various nasty proposals of Tollygunge's film producers just to have a role and being a talented actress as well as dancer, she failed to reach the top.
Her body was still as good as in a shape of an attractive sexy actress which she felt by her fans' craziness in parties. She was now forty-six, fit and shapely, but frustrated as hell.
So why didn't she just find someone to fuck while her husband was away? Her tits were now huge but firm and her body was with some extra fat like any normal Bengalee housewife but still curvy.
And above all, her cunt was as tight and wet as ever. So, she was sure that there would have been no shortage of takers.
But the problem was, firstly that she'd seen so many messy divorces in Tollygunge filmy society. Here someone had started an affair and inevitably the partner had found out. As a result, it made the lovers as enemies in an instant. Moreover the children and all their friends forced to take sides.
Sometimes she'd thought of going to the city for a one-night stand or more recently trying a dating site. But she hadn't the courage to bring herself to do it, partly because of her upbringing. But mostly because of her fear of catching some sort of STD and thereby ruining her filmy-career as well as her family status.
In the end, she did with ramming a selection of large dildo's in her cunt. Those artificial cocks were presented by her Mumbai-based film-actress friend Rani Mukherjee, in her eighteenth marriage anniversary. She rubbed her clit so hard with those colorful electronic shafts, that anyone would think, she was trying to tear it away.
Just for buying them with her friend Rani at Mumbai, she had to involve a trip into that city. That was the only place which sold such marvelous things in the town and was run by a Mafia Don with a variety of rich selection.
It turned out at last, though, that there was another option she had considered at last, until she made an extramarital affair with her friend Shabana alias Sabitri Mata's son, Karim, to throw a revenge in front of her husband. It was one of her outdoor film-shooting at Digha, where she had to stay for two weeks and with Shabana's hearty cooperation, she seduced her son.
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Next morning, when she went out for her morning walk, she noticed the Caretaker was busy in the kitchen for preparing the breakfast, but where was her driver Raghu? He might be sleeping in his room till now.
When she got back, she needed a shower badly, as she had rivers of sweat running down between her breasts and between her large bubbling butt cheeks. As she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her, she was sure that she heard a deep groaning from below her room.
Shit, who the hell could that be? The Caretaker was already left the guest-house completing the breakfast and to fetch some vegetables, fish, grocery items etc from the market.
It might be of Raghu's, but was he fell in ill? She became worried and was probably stupid as she tiptoed out of the bedroom. She started looking into the other rooms and thought to call him by name. But thinking about not to make any chaos, she moved downstairs.
She heard once again, another sound from a small room, situated just beside the stairs, where her driver stayed. She slowly opened the door and peered around it.
Fuck! there was her driver, laid on a small cot, wanking his erect cock as hard and fast as he could. That was a shock enough but when she saw just how big his cock was, a shudder went right through her. His cock was even bigger than Karim in length but might be thinner in girth!
She persuaded herself that if she tiptoed out with luck, he wouldn't be able to notice her. But as she was about to do it, she was overcome by an overwhelming desire to keep watching..... watching until she saw the spunk jetted out of his mighty rod.
Having decided, to her shame, to stay and watch, she then noticed that his other hand was tapping his mobile. He was watching a series of pictures and surely they were porn pictures.
Well, now it was very easy to access porn from the internet which she also watched herself sometimes. So, it was natural for an isolated young man to watch that for his personal enjoyment.
But to her, it was a simple curiosity that made her peek properly at his mobile screen to see what sort of porn did it for him.
The way his hand was going up and down the shaft of his cock, he certainly seemed to be enjoying them. But Oh my God! she was shocked tremendously noticing the pictures on his mobile screen as they were her own pictures!
Every one of the images, he was flipping through.... were her! She was naked in the bathroom.... bathing, peeing, even some of them about her dirty shitting on the toilet. Some of the pictures were in the form, in which she was sniffing her own sweat-soaked blouse or panties before she put them into the washbasin.
But how the fuck had he got hold of those nasty pictures of hers? It was totally horrifying and annoying for her.
He was just a lower-class simple driver, and it was as disgusting as anything could be for him to be jerking off to the dirty pictures of his naked Malkin. Her immediate thought was to barge in his small room, snatched his mobile and bawl him out of the guest-house.
Immediately she was stricken out by another fact that it might create a hazardous problem if those pictures of hers' were leaked out in public. She fell into a complicated situation as her cool brain tried to sort out the situation.
On the other hand, oh shit! it was exciting as well, to think that her young driver also thought her as a sex object like Karim. Oh God! These two young men were more different than her old ( ! ) husband, and not just a housekeeper.
She could feel her cunt getting wet, as her vagina pushed out a wave of cum. She just couldn't stop herself reaching down, touching her erect clit and starting to play with herself.
Raghu kept changing the pictures and moved on to ones where she was bending over in the bedroom. In that position the crinkled brown ring of her asshole was clearly visible, as well as the line of her pussy lips underneath.
Sreelekha then heard her driver groaned as the picture changed to one of her on her bed, with a black dildo sticking out of her cunt. Her one hand was pinching one of her brownish nipples and the other clearly holding herself open her cunt lips, so that her fingers could work the engrossed clit.
At last the picture was changed to the scene of the Ashram's Guesthouse where she was being fucked by Karim. Surely it was the latest in the form of a long video where she was seducing her friend's son in different situations and they were indulging in their torrid oral sex.
She realised that it was the time, she really should go back, while his climax occupied all of his attention. But no, she simply couldn't. She looked back towards him, just in time when a huge stream of spunk shoot out of his cock.
It splattered back over his hand, his cock and his legs. So much spunk! Fuck! Sreelekha couldn't stop herself rubbing harder on her hard clit as she looked at her young Driver's cock. The throbbing shaft was giving it's last jerk.....sending more white goo running out of it, over his hand.
And Oh fucking God! the matured Tolly Queen was cumming also! That was her downfall, of course, because when she came, as always she made a noise, and the driver heard her.
Being shocked tremendously, Raghu leaped off from his cot. Sreelekha imagined that he was going to slam the door in her face and she should leave from there.
But she couldn't just leave. She was horrified knowing about the fact that he had so many lewd nude pictures of her. Her career as well as her family status would be shattered if any of those pictures was got into the hands of others or of the electronic media.
At the same time, she was still so aroused by watching him wank himself off to them, that she wanted.... well, she wasn't at all sure what. However, he didn't push the door closed, but wide open.
"Oh, hi, Memsaheb" he said, smiling, as he grabbed her right hand and sniffed her fingers. "Seems you enjoyed watching me, eh?"
It felt as if every part of her was blushing, as the Tolly actress realised that he was referring to the scent of her cum on her own fingers. She thought that her shame was complete but then he pulled her hand to his mouth and licked the sticky mess from them.
"You not only look lovely, Memsaheb, but you taste wonderful as well."
"Raghu, you bloody hell! Stop this nuisance straight away! It's disgusting. I'm your Malkin and how dare you to photograph me secretly in my private places. Not only that, looking at my naked images, let alone wanking off to them.....oh God!..I can't imagine...."
The trouble was that whilst the Tolly actress's words were saying one thing, her body was saying something else. Even though she'd already cum, her cunt was still twitching from the thought of him wanking off his massive tool to her lewd pictures.
The sight of the spunk shooting out of his cock was still floating in her mind. What made it worse even more was that, although it was now limp, his cock was still twitching and was only inches away from her. There were threads of spunk all over his right hand, legs and body. Even as she was speaking, a glob of sticky cum fell from his cock-head on to her foot.
"Well, now Memsaheb, I don't believe you are quite as horrified as you say. But anyway, you don't really have a choice either, do you? Guddu and I arranged up the cameras in your bedroom and bathroom just after your arrival in this Guesthouse. We've enjoyed your and Mataji's lewd pictures many times, believe me. But what we couldn't agree about, was what to do next. Here is a five-star hotel, where people sell the pictures of beautiful and sexy ladies like you through a agent at high prices. There's a few unknown faces from the town but none is a famous and familiar celluloid face anywhere like you. Guddu wanted to sell them with your face intact, but I want to blank it out, so that you couldn't be recognised and thereby your reputation wouldn't be affected at all."
"Oh my God! it's so horrible, Raghu. I can't believe it. You mean, you wanted all sorts of other people to see me naked, including all your buddies?"
"Of course we would have, Memsaheb. Guddu said that his friends think, you're a real beautiful and sexy MILF. They keep on at him to get more nasty pictures of yours. Can you imagine, how delightful and exciting it would be to know that so many people were wanking to watch a top Bengalee film-actress's nude pictures and bluefilm. But ... I think, I've got a better idea. If you agree to become my sex slave, then only, I can assure you that I'll keep your nude pictures and video within Guddu and myself only."
Rughu's remarks put the Tolly Queen in a great dilemma as she thought, 'Shit, Guddu's friends really think that I'm a sexy MILF. I should be ashamed, but actually I'm feeling proud of the way I've kept my body. I'm sure, I can give them at least as good a fuck as any of the girls of their own age. But he is clearly threatening me and wants to blackmail also.'
"No... noooooo....! Raghu...! Please, you can't sell them and ruin my reputation... my family.... my image... my goodwill... my sophistication.... please..... And above all, I can't be your sex slave either. I'm your Malkin and moreover a famous Tolly actress with a peaceful family. You've no right to destroy my filmy-career. Please Raghu... think about these seriously... please."
"It is right, Malkin.. what you say... really. But at the same time, I've a long time fantasy about yourself and today I've a chance to fulfill that. So just co-operate me and I once again assure you that your family reputation and career would be intact". Raghu told his Malkin sternly.
Sreelekha became afraid hearing her driver's roughness and at the same time confused by his assurance as she thought again, 'I hate what he is saying, but I'm in his trap as well. It is true, as a Malkin, I have provided him a reasonable salary for his driving. But now being trapped, I haven't any other option except to provide him which he demands'.
Sreelekha was struggling to reconcile the incidents within herself, when Raghu took the initiative again and ordered her in a cool but threatening way, "Don't delay anymore. Undo your towel Memsaheb and let me see your body, else I'll have to sell those pictures and video. Let me see if you look as good in the flesh as in the pictures."
'What choice did I have except to follow his orders?' thinking his order Sreelekha trembled.
Then like a frightening kitten, the sex-bomb Tolly Queen reached for the top of the towel, untucked it and let it drop slowly to the floor. Fuck, in such a situation, she can't resist herself from feeling excited, seeing his eyes boring into her naked body and recording every little wrinkle of her nipples.
Her brown nipples were stiffening hard as soon as the towel fell away and the small hairs of her body stood erected in shivering of excitement. She just wished she'd trimmed it a bit more, so that he could see the opening of her cunt more clearly.
"You have a wonderful body, Memsaheb, so much nicer than the silly hookers and so much more experienced also. From now on it's mine. You will have to let me look at you and fuck you whenever I want. Though at present, you can start by cleaning my spunk off my cock and anywhere else you can find it."
He pushed down his matured celeb Malkin roughly on her shoulders, so that she had to kneel in front of him. His cock was inches away from her face and she could smell as well as see the spunk all over it.
Sreelekha couldn't believe that her lower-class driver would exploit her to lick off and swallow all of that sticky white spunk that had just come out of him and even less that, she would've to do it. But she did...yes... she did that...
It had taken the matured actress once again to enjoy the taste of his salty spunk after the previous day's incidents with Karim. Now she was realising since after her arrival at Digha, just how much she had missed it.
She licked his hand and across his legs. Then holding his limp cock, she opened her mouth and started sucking the sperm off it.
Fuck! the taste was wonderful and there was just so much of it for her to swallow. She looked up at him and saw him smiling down at her. She smiled back nervously, at least as much as anyone can smile with her mouth full of cock.
"That's a good girl, Memsaheb" he said, his cock starting to harden in her mouth instantly, as she sucked a bit more enthusiastically than just cleaning required.
She was thinking how fearful she was just few minutes ago after her driver's announcement of blackmailing her. But now being knelt naked in front of him, with his penis in her mouth, she was really enjoying the tingling it was sending through her cunt.
"When you've cleaned me off, I want to look at your body properly and then you are going to let me fuck you."
The matured Tolly actress was about to protest that watching and even sucking him off was one thing, but letting him into her aristocratic pussy was something quite different, when there was a knock at the door.
"Hi Sree, it's me Indrani. I've come to pick you up for the consultation of our screenplay with Monojbabu."
Fuck! God! Sreelekha cursed herself of forgetting all about that. Actually she didn't want to go for discussing with Indranidi about their roles for next day's film-shooting.
She already made up her mind that she wasn't only going to let her driver to fuck, but was really desperate to savour his mighty cock inside her pussy. But immediately thinking something, she grabbed her towel and pushing Raghu back into his room, closed the door.
"Oh, hi Indranidi. I'm here on my own and I guess, I must have lost track of time, as I was just finishing my shower. Give me a couple of minutes and I'll be with you" Sreelekha said, holding her towel up as she stood by the living room door.
One thing was clear... she needed to lock the door, so that no one could come in and catch her driver fucking her. She hastily grabbed the clothes, first she could find. She hated the restrictive feel of her panties on her moist pussy and picked up her handbag.
Then she took her screenplay file and let Indrani drive her over to the producer-director Monojbabu's hotel. She didn't know how she got through the next fifteen minutes. Somehow she seemed to find answers to the things she was asked.
Even she wasn't able to concentrate on the conversation and interaction about the screenplay during that period. Her whole body was itching, almost like to take a mild version of drugs. She couldn't stop thinking about having her driver's cock up in her cunt and getting a good hard fucking, which she had missed last night after Karim's sudden leaving with his mother Shabana.
She could barely wait for the meeting to finish and to get back the Ashram's guest-house and eventually let her driver have his way with her body. At last, the meeting was finished but when she stood up, she was ashamed to see a darker patch on the chair seat.
Her pussy must have been leaking cum on the seat, as she imagined what her driver would do to her when she would arrive at the guest-house. She was sure that Indranidi and Monojbabu must haven't noticed her secretions on the soaked seat.
When they reached, Indrani noticed her colleague's rude behaviour as she got down from the car and moved to the gate. She not only didn't invite her in, but she just dashed from the car to the guest-house with a bit of a wave of her hand.
Thank goodness! Sreelekha thought as she hadn't invited Indranidi in because Raghu was stood naked in the living area, gently stroking his massive erect cock.
"Welcome Memsaheb," he said, walking towards the Tolly actress.
Quickly he pulled her saree-saya up and grabbed her swollen mound. Her cheating body let her legs open so that he could feel her pussy.
"Oh, yes, Memsaheb. You're so wet down there, I can see you must have been missing me as well. Now, where were we? First, take all of your clothes off, right now and here."
It was silly as her conservative and orthodox mentality was gradually loosening for the last few days which prompted her to take off her clothes one by one. She realised that she had been naked, surely excepting her husband, first time before Karim and now before Raghu.
She must have put her hand down absentmindly to start stroking her pussy as she got a thrill from that realisation but her driver, her naked wanking driver, stopped her suddenly.
"Stop! I didn't say you could touch yourself, Memsaheb, did I? Remember, from today I'm not your driver... rather I'm your Malik and you're my slave. So if you want to touch yourself, you have to ask me for permission at first."
The trouble was that, the forceful way he said this, aroused the sober and so-called clean image levelled actress even more than she was already.
"Alright, Raghu, now I'm your personal slut, and you are in complete control of me."
"Fantastic! Now hear me attentively. I loved the nasty pictures of you Memsaheb, but I want to see more of your nastiness. And for that purpose, you've to display yourself to me the way women do on porno sites. Come into your bedroom, and I'll show you. No touching, either you or me until I say you can."
When they got to the bedroom, Raghu made his Memsaheb sit up next to him on the bed. The picture of her with the dildo in her pussy was still on the mobile screen. He touched the screen of his mobile and it was replaced by a series of pictures which were far more explicit.
She was experienced enough at this age about the availability of every kind of pornography on the internet, much of it free now. In her young days, if anyone wanted anything like that it involved buying a foreign magazine only from a dirty store in a bad area.
Although she'd seen a bunch of foreign as well as Indian porn magazines and story books in her parents' secret drawer one day and caught by her mother redhanded, she felt terribly ashamed. But the realistic mother wasn't offended at all by her daughter's discovery, rather she consoled her with a motherly tone and told her how wicked they were.
Not only that her mother allowed her to watch those silly magazines and read the story books without her father's knowledge. And when she got married, she forgot all about them. Nowadays she'd heard of girls sending nude pictures to their boyfriends and the other way as well.
Even, how easy it was today to download the porn. But fucking hell, she'd never imagined anything like the things which Raghu was now showing her and above all, doing those by herself wasn't even in her dream.
The images, Raghu scrolled through were mainly matured Indian women, some young, some it seemed older than her, holding their cunts wide open for the camera. How could so many shy-like Indian women be prepared to live with the shame of exposing their private parts to anyone with an internet link?
But then, what struck the Bengalee film-actress was the amazing diversity in the shapes, sizes and colours of all of those cunts. She knew that not everyone was quite the same as herself, but glimpses of her co-actress and very recently her friend Shabana hadn't prepared her for the reality.
Another shameful thought went through her brain, as she wondered what her daughter Maiya's pussy was like now. She'd seen plenty of her pussy when she was young, of course.
But like most Indian girls, when her breasts and pubic hairs started to grow, she started to keep herself private, even from her mother. Fuck, Sreelekha thought that she must have become a real slut, because she was determined to get a close look at her daughter's cunt. The deep levels of her wicked brain started working on, how she could make it happen.
Sreelekha then came to the reality from her dreaming as her driver continued the scrolling of his mobile. The pictures weren't all just women with their cunts open, though. There were simple housewives with Sindoor on their Sinthi, bangles or bracelet on hands and Mangalsutra around their neck. They were hiking their saree-saya up who were squirting and even some of them were pissing.
Another amazing type of picture was of pregnant women with different types of vegetables like carrot, brinjal, cucumber etc in their holes, some of them even bigger than her biggest dildo. Some pregnant women had cocks in one or both of their holes and the spunk was dripping out of them. Even there were women squeezing milk in jets out of their engrossed breasts or breastfeeding their babies with cocks in their pussies.
The conservative minded Tolly Queen was shocked but fascinated, especially by the Indian women's modernized attitude, leaving their so-called shyness and primitive cultures. She was sure that it would be possible to recognise the women by them just as well as their faces.
At some point, she was horrified by her thinking that she wanted to see more of them, including her daughter's also, as she just didn't seem to be able to control herself.
"It's your turn now, Memsaheb. I want to see you copy these beautiful women, so that I can see every detail of those bits of you that you are never supposed to show, even to your husband."
"But Raghu, why? These women all looked amazing and more sexy. So, wouldn't it be more enjoyable for you if I helped you to masturbate looking at them than me? Moreover, you could have lots of younger girls of your own age?"
"I don't want them, I just want you. And don't try to persuade me, just open your cunt, Memsaheb. I want to see so far into your vagina that I can see your cervix, just like this woman in this picture."
Shit, in the picture, a young girl was pulling her vagina open so wide, and the light was angled at the right angle, so that it really was possible to see her cervix also. Sreelekha thought that she wasn't sure if she could open herself that wide.
But it was so wonderful and exciting to know that her driver wanted to see her more than the beautiful young girl in the mobile. So she gave it her best shot, putting her fingers inside the cunt, and stretching herself open until it hurt.
"Fucking hell, Memsaheb, I can see every details of your pussy which was my dreaming item since I came to your house to drive your car. Your cervix is so small and I want to push my cock into it and spray my hot spunk as close to that tiny hole as I can."
That did it. Only her gynaecologist had ever seen that far upto that spot, and now what her driver had said, excited her so much that she couldn't control her lust.
"Come on then, Raghu, fuck me deep, and fuck me hard. Who knows, even though my gynaecologist confirms my inability to be pregnant in near future, perhaps you'll be able to give me a new baby."
Sreelekha couldn't believe what she said. She knew that if she became pregnant accidentally which wasn't possible at all, she could easily bypass that to her husband. Actually something inside her desperately wanted to get pregnant and carry her driver's child inside her.
Fortunately, the thought didn't last very long, as everything in Sreelekha's brain was wiped out by the feeling of Raghu's cock ramming into her, making her gasp as it hit the top of her sensative crevix. He grabbed one of her heavy succulent breasts in his hand, and kissed her on the lips, forcing his tongue between her teeth, and exploring the inside her mouth.
To be continued......
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Although more characters would come with the proceedings of this fictitious family saga, it would be more convenient if we look back into the characters so far participated in this multi-chapter basis family.
A) Sudhir's family :-
1. Sudhir, 48 yrs old Headmaster.
2. Sumitra, 45 yrs old famous Politician, Sudhir's wife.
3. Sumana, 22 yrs old, their daughter.
4. Subha, HS student, their son.
5. Kaloo, 18 yrs old Adibasi, their servant, Ramu's son.
6. Malti, 22 yrs old Adibasi, their maid, Kaloo's elder sister and Ramu's daughter.
B) Ashim's family :-
1. Ashim, 38 yrs old Doctor, Sudhir's brother.
2. Aparna, 35 yrs old Nurse, Ashim's wife.
3. Anju, Class-X student, their daughter.
4. Dipu, Class-VIII student, their son.
5. Piku, Baby, their kid.
6. Anuradhadevi, 55 yrs old famous Authoress, Aparna's widow mother.
7. Surindar, 19 yrs old Punjabi, driver of both families.
C) Aslam's family :-
1. Aslam, 46 yrs old teacher, Sudhir's friend.
2. Shabana, 45 yrs old, singer cum TV serial actress, Aslam's wife.
3. Karim, 18 yrs old student, their son.
4. Kader, Aslam's brother, Pimp.
5. Ramu, 55 yrs old Adibasi, their cook cum servant.
D) Guruji Swami Nityananda, 51 yrs old, chief of "Maa Sharada Ashram"
E) Sreelekha's Family :-
1. Mrs. Sreelekha Maitra, 46 yrs, Tollygunge film-actress.
2. Maiya Maitra ( Sanyal )/ Oishi, MP pass student.
3. Aditya Sanyal, 50 yrs, Husband of Sreelekha, screenplay writer.
F) Guddu, 25 yrs, Malayalam Caretaker/Driver/Cook of the Ashram's Guesthouse at Digha.
G) Raghu, 25 yrs, Sreelekha's Driver.
H) Mrs. Paramita Chatterjee, 36 yrs, Playback singer, Chairperson of Sabitri Mata Ashram.
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"Mataji, where are you? We can't start the oblation without you", Guruji's sudden call interrupted Sabitri Mata's sweet and tasty dinner with her son and friend.
"Oh! Sorry Guruji. I'm having my dinner now and after that I'll start my journey with my son. So please wait some more and am very sorry for my delay as others and you've to face so much inconveniences", apologizing to Guruji, the chieftain priestess completed her dinner quickly.
"It's OK Mataji, there's no need to be worry as I've to complete an another programme. I just intimate you earlier to be ready as you've occupied with so many important works of the Ashram. So have patience and a safe journey, bye," assuring to the anxious priestess, the great Guruji cut off his mobile.
Relieving from the anxiety, Sabitri Mata then turned her head to her friend and said, "Sree dear, don't mind for not attending with you and continue our rest of enjoyment. I think you've to pass a restless night today but don't be frustrate baby, as my son would compensate your loss, isn't it dear? Oh yes, what's about your conversation with your producer-director, Monojbabu?"
"He isn't feeling well and postpone our today's programme. So I'm not leaving the Guesthouse and would stay here", Sreelekha replied.
"OK, goodnight, bye", saying this the holy priestess hugged her friend, kissed her lips and after that she went out with her son.
On the way, Sabitri Mata received a phone call from Paramita who requested her to take over the charge of Digha's Ashram and stay there permanently. Sabitri Mata became glad hearing her plea and accepted her proposal immediately as her son and she, both liked the place and the disciples of that area very much.
Moreover her daughter-in-law Sumana also expressed her desire to stay with her and serve her respected mother-in-law as well as the people and disciples of Digha like her. It was an another good news to the chieftain priestess as she would be able from now to see her dearest grandson all the time.
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Sreelekha looked at their leaving with a look of hopelessness thinking about the sudden loss of that night's torrid sexual adventures. Releasing a deep sigh, she completed her dinner watching her own movie on the TV and after that she chatted with her only daughter Maiya ( Oishi ) for some time.
Then her thoughts were plunged deeply into her past happenings, regarding her brought up and career. Mainly, she had been brought up in the South Kolkata, by a strong orthodox Bengalee family.
So adultery was something, she had been brought up not even to think about, let alone get involved with. But that all changed after her involvement into Tollygunge Films society which took over her life drastically.
Sreelekha was married with a only daughter, which she had lately, maybe after five years of her marriage and continue check up under the supervision of her family doctor. Actually, she guessed that might be, both her husband and she weren't usually fertile.
Her husband was a successful screenwriter, but that success not implied that he would neglect his family and stay away from home far more often these days than he was in earlier.
On the other hand, there wasn't much to do on the edge of that area of the town when she hadn't any role in the film and she'd become bored out of her skull. The domesticity of her filmy-colleagues didn't hold her attention and her increasingly boredom was overlaid by sexual frustration.
She was pretty sure, that her husband was fucking around with the Ashram's chairperson Paramita, during her outdoor film-shooting, even in some normal days also. So when he came home, he always seemed too tired to invite her to make love to him. And all too often, he resisted her advances, if she took the initiative.
At one point, she even tried to drink, but she'd realised later that the biggest effect it was having, was to make her put on weight. Naturally, she gained the weight within few months and became a busty lady, with a weight of 68 kgs, being just 5'3" in height.
However she'd always been proud of her body and forced herself to give up the bad habit of being alcoholic. In its place, she threw herself into some joga and jogging but failed to loose her extra weight which she already gained.
Although she was bored and frustrated with her decreasing filmy-career, she never compromised with her clean image and chastity. As a result, she had to reject various nasty proposals of Tollygunge's film producers just to have a role and being a talented actress as well as dancer, she failed to reach the top.
Her body was still as good as in a shape of an attractive sexy actress which she felt by her fans' craziness in parties. She was now forty-six, fit and shapely, but frustrated as hell.
So why didn't she just find someone to fuck while her husband was away? Her tits were now huge but firm and her body was with some extra fat like any normal Bengalee housewife but still curvy.
And above all, her cunt was as tight and wet as ever. So, she was sure that there would have been no shortage of takers.
But the problem was, firstly that she'd seen so many messy divorces in Tollygunge filmy society. Here someone had started an affair and inevitably the partner had found out. As a result, it made the lovers as enemies in an instant. Moreover the children and all their friends forced to take sides.
Sometimes she'd thought of going to the city for a one-night stand or more recently trying a dating site. But she hadn't the courage to bring herself to do it, partly because of her upbringing. But mostly because of her fear of catching some sort of STD and thereby ruining her filmy-career as well as her family status.
In the end, she did with ramming a selection of large dildo's in her cunt. Those artificial cocks were presented by her Mumbai-based film-actress friend Rani Mukherjee, in her eighteenth marriage anniversary. She rubbed her clit so hard with those colorful electronic shafts, that anyone would think, she was trying to tear it away.
Just for buying them with her friend Rani at Mumbai, she had to involve a trip into that city. That was the only place which sold such marvelous things in the town and was run by a Mafia Don with a variety of rich selection.
It turned out at last, though, that there was another option she had considered at last, until she made an extramarital affair with her friend Shabana alias Sabitri Mata's son, Karim, to throw a revenge in front of her husband. It was one of her outdoor film-shooting at Digha, where she had to stay for two weeks and with Shabana's hearty cooperation, she seduced her son.
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Next morning, when she went out for her morning walk, she noticed the Caretaker was busy in the kitchen for preparing the breakfast, but where was her driver Raghu? He might be sleeping in his room till now.
When she got back, she needed a shower badly, as she had rivers of sweat running down between her breasts and between her large bubbling butt cheeks. As she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her, she was sure that she heard a deep groaning from below her room.
Shit, who the hell could that be? The Caretaker was already left the guest-house completing the breakfast and to fetch some vegetables, fish, grocery items etc from the market.
It might be of Raghu's, but was he fell in ill? She became worried and was probably stupid as she tiptoed out of the bedroom. She started looking into the other rooms and thought to call him by name. But thinking about not to make any chaos, she moved downstairs.
She heard once again, another sound from a small room, situated just beside the stairs, where her driver stayed. She slowly opened the door and peered around it.
Fuck! there was her driver, laid on a small cot, wanking his erect cock as hard and fast as he could. That was a shock enough but when she saw just how big his cock was, a shudder went right through her. His cock was even bigger than Karim in length but might be thinner in girth!
She persuaded herself that if she tiptoed out with luck, he wouldn't be able to notice her. But as she was about to do it, she was overcome by an overwhelming desire to keep watching..... watching until she saw the spunk jetted out of his mighty rod.
Having decided, to her shame, to stay and watch, she then noticed that his other hand was tapping his mobile. He was watching a series of pictures and surely they were porn pictures.
Well, now it was very easy to access porn from the internet which she also watched herself sometimes. So, it was natural for an isolated young man to watch that for his personal enjoyment.
But to her, it was a simple curiosity that made her peek properly at his mobile screen to see what sort of porn did it for him.
The way his hand was going up and down the shaft of his cock, he certainly seemed to be enjoying them. But Oh my God! she was shocked tremendously noticing the pictures on his mobile screen as they were her own pictures!
Every one of the images, he was flipping through.... were her! She was naked in the bathroom.... bathing, peeing, even some of them about her dirty shitting on the toilet. Some of the pictures were in the form, in which she was sniffing her own sweat-soaked blouse or panties before she put them into the washbasin.
But how the fuck had he got hold of those nasty pictures of hers? It was totally horrifying and annoying for her.
He was just a lower-class simple driver, and it was as disgusting as anything could be for him to be jerking off to the dirty pictures of his naked Malkin. Her immediate thought was to barge in his small room, snatched his mobile and bawl him out of the guest-house.
Immediately she was stricken out by another fact that it might create a hazardous problem if those pictures of hers' were leaked out in public. She fell into a complicated situation as her cool brain tried to sort out the situation.
On the other hand, oh shit! it was exciting as well, to think that her young driver also thought her as a sex object like Karim. Oh God! These two young men were more different than her old ( ! ) husband, and not just a housekeeper.
She could feel her cunt getting wet, as her vagina pushed out a wave of cum. She just couldn't stop herself reaching down, touching her erect clit and starting to play with herself.
Raghu kept changing the pictures and moved on to ones where she was bending over in the bedroom. In that position the crinkled brown ring of her asshole was clearly visible, as well as the line of her pussy lips underneath.
Sreelekha then heard her driver groaned as the picture changed to one of her on her bed, with a black dildo sticking out of her cunt. Her one hand was pinching one of her brownish nipples and the other clearly holding herself open her cunt lips, so that her fingers could work the engrossed clit.
At last the picture was changed to the scene of the Ashram's Guesthouse where she was being fucked by Karim. Surely it was the latest in the form of a long video where she was seducing her friend's son in different situations and they were indulging in their torrid oral sex.
She realised that it was the time, she really should go back, while his climax occupied all of his attention. But no, she simply couldn't. She looked back towards him, just in time when a huge stream of spunk shoot out of his cock.
It splattered back over his hand, his cock and his legs. So much spunk! Fuck! Sreelekha couldn't stop herself rubbing harder on her hard clit as she looked at her young Driver's cock. The throbbing shaft was giving it's last jerk.....sending more white goo running out of it, over his hand.
And Oh fucking God! the matured Tolly Queen was cumming also! That was her downfall, of course, because when she came, as always she made a noise, and the driver heard her.
Being shocked tremendously, Raghu leaped off from his cot. Sreelekha imagined that he was going to slam the door in her face and she should leave from there.
But she couldn't just leave. She was horrified knowing about the fact that he had so many lewd nude pictures of her. Her career as well as her family status would be shattered if any of those pictures was got into the hands of others or of the electronic media.
At the same time, she was still so aroused by watching him wank himself off to them, that she wanted.... well, she wasn't at all sure what. However, he didn't push the door closed, but wide open.
"Oh, hi, Memsaheb" he said, smiling, as he grabbed her right hand and sniffed her fingers. "Seems you enjoyed watching me, eh?"
It felt as if every part of her was blushing, as the Tolly actress realised that he was referring to the scent of her cum on her own fingers. She thought that her shame was complete but then he pulled her hand to his mouth and licked the sticky mess from them.
"You not only look lovely, Memsaheb, but you taste wonderful as well."
"Raghu, you bloody hell! Stop this nuisance straight away! It's disgusting. I'm your Malkin and how dare you to photograph me secretly in my private places. Not only that, looking at my naked images, let alone wanking off to them.....oh God!..I can't imagine...."
The trouble was that whilst the Tolly actress's words were saying one thing, her body was saying something else. Even though she'd already cum, her cunt was still twitching from the thought of him wanking off his massive tool to her lewd pictures.
The sight of the spunk shooting out of his cock was still floating in her mind. What made it worse even more was that, although it was now limp, his cock was still twitching and was only inches away from her. There were threads of spunk all over his right hand, legs and body. Even as she was speaking, a glob of sticky cum fell from his cock-head on to her foot.
"Well, now Memsaheb, I don't believe you are quite as horrified as you say. But anyway, you don't really have a choice either, do you? Guddu and I arranged up the cameras in your bedroom and bathroom just after your arrival in this Guesthouse. We've enjoyed your and Mataji's lewd pictures many times, believe me. But what we couldn't agree about, was what to do next. Here is a five-star hotel, where people sell the pictures of beautiful and sexy ladies like you through a agent at high prices. There's a few unknown faces from the town but none is a famous and familiar celluloid face anywhere like you. Guddu wanted to sell them with your face intact, but I want to blank it out, so that you couldn't be recognised and thereby your reputation wouldn't be affected at all."
"Oh my God! it's so horrible, Raghu. I can't believe it. You mean, you wanted all sorts of other people to see me naked, including all your buddies?"
"Of course we would have, Memsaheb. Guddu said that his friends think, you're a real beautiful and sexy MILF. They keep on at him to get more nasty pictures of yours. Can you imagine, how delightful and exciting it would be to know that so many people were wanking to watch a top Bengalee film-actress's nude pictures and bluefilm. But ... I think, I've got a better idea. If you agree to become my sex slave, then only, I can assure you that I'll keep your nude pictures and video within Guddu and myself only."
Rughu's remarks put the Tolly Queen in a great dilemma as she thought, 'Shit, Guddu's friends really think that I'm a sexy MILF. I should be ashamed, but actually I'm feeling proud of the way I've kept my body. I'm sure, I can give them at least as good a fuck as any of the girls of their own age. But he is clearly threatening me and wants to blackmail also.'
"No... noooooo....! Raghu...! Please, you can't sell them and ruin my reputation... my family.... my image... my goodwill... my sophistication.... please..... And above all, I can't be your sex slave either. I'm your Malkin and moreover a famous Tolly actress with a peaceful family. You've no right to destroy my filmy-career. Please Raghu... think about these seriously... please."
"It is right, Malkin.. what you say... really. But at the same time, I've a long time fantasy about yourself and today I've a chance to fulfill that. So just co-operate me and I once again assure you that your family reputation and career would be intact". Raghu told his Malkin sternly.
Sreelekha became afraid hearing her driver's roughness and at the same time confused by his assurance as she thought again, 'I hate what he is saying, but I'm in his trap as well. It is true, as a Malkin, I have provided him a reasonable salary for his driving. But now being trapped, I haven't any other option except to provide him which he demands'.
Sreelekha was struggling to reconcile the incidents within herself, when Raghu took the initiative again and ordered her in a cool but threatening way, "Don't delay anymore. Undo your towel Memsaheb and let me see your body, else I'll have to sell those pictures and video. Let me see if you look as good in the flesh as in the pictures."
'What choice did I have except to follow his orders?' thinking his order Sreelekha trembled.
Then like a frightening kitten, the sex-bomb Tolly Queen reached for the top of the towel, untucked it and let it drop slowly to the floor. Fuck, in such a situation, she can't resist herself from feeling excited, seeing his eyes boring into her naked body and recording every little wrinkle of her nipples.
Her brown nipples were stiffening hard as soon as the towel fell away and the small hairs of her body stood erected in shivering of excitement. She just wished she'd trimmed it a bit more, so that he could see the opening of her cunt more clearly.
"You have a wonderful body, Memsaheb, so much nicer than the silly hookers and so much more experienced also. From now on it's mine. You will have to let me look at you and fuck you whenever I want. Though at present, you can start by cleaning my spunk off my cock and anywhere else you can find it."
He pushed down his matured celeb Malkin roughly on her shoulders, so that she had to kneel in front of him. His cock was inches away from her face and she could smell as well as see the spunk all over it.
Sreelekha couldn't believe that her lower-class driver would exploit her to lick off and swallow all of that sticky white spunk that had just come out of him and even less that, she would've to do it. But she did...yes... she did that...
It had taken the matured actress once again to enjoy the taste of his salty spunk after the previous day's incidents with Karim. Now she was realising since after her arrival at Digha, just how much she had missed it.
She licked his hand and across his legs. Then holding his limp cock, she opened her mouth and started sucking the sperm off it.
Fuck! the taste was wonderful and there was just so much of it for her to swallow. She looked up at him and saw him smiling down at her. She smiled back nervously, at least as much as anyone can smile with her mouth full of cock.
"That's a good girl, Memsaheb" he said, his cock starting to harden in her mouth instantly, as she sucked a bit more enthusiastically than just cleaning required.
She was thinking how fearful she was just few minutes ago after her driver's announcement of blackmailing her. But now being knelt naked in front of him, with his penis in her mouth, she was really enjoying the tingling it was sending through her cunt.
"When you've cleaned me off, I want to look at your body properly and then you are going to let me fuck you."
The matured Tolly actress was about to protest that watching and even sucking him off was one thing, but letting him into her aristocratic pussy was something quite different, when there was a knock at the door.
"Hi Sree, it's me Indrani. I've come to pick you up for the consultation of our screenplay with Monojbabu."
Fuck! God! Sreelekha cursed herself of forgetting all about that. Actually she didn't want to go for discussing with Indranidi about their roles for next day's film-shooting.
She already made up her mind that she wasn't only going to let her driver to fuck, but was really desperate to savour his mighty cock inside her pussy. But immediately thinking something, she grabbed her towel and pushing Raghu back into his room, closed the door.
"Oh, hi Indranidi. I'm here on my own and I guess, I must have lost track of time, as I was just finishing my shower. Give me a couple of minutes and I'll be with you" Sreelekha said, holding her towel up as she stood by the living room door.
One thing was clear... she needed to lock the door, so that no one could come in and catch her driver fucking her. She hastily grabbed the clothes, first she could find. She hated the restrictive feel of her panties on her moist pussy and picked up her handbag.
Then she took her screenplay file and let Indrani drive her over to the producer-director Monojbabu's hotel. She didn't know how she got through the next fifteen minutes. Somehow she seemed to find answers to the things she was asked.
Even she wasn't able to concentrate on the conversation and interaction about the screenplay during that period. Her whole body was itching, almost like to take a mild version of drugs. She couldn't stop thinking about having her driver's cock up in her cunt and getting a good hard fucking, which she had missed last night after Karim's sudden leaving with his mother Shabana.
She could barely wait for the meeting to finish and to get back the Ashram's guest-house and eventually let her driver have his way with her body. At last, the meeting was finished but when she stood up, she was ashamed to see a darker patch on the chair seat.
Her pussy must have been leaking cum on the seat, as she imagined what her driver would do to her when she would arrive at the guest-house. She was sure that Indranidi and Monojbabu must haven't noticed her secretions on the soaked seat.
When they reached, Indrani noticed her colleague's rude behaviour as she got down from the car and moved to the gate. She not only didn't invite her in, but she just dashed from the car to the guest-house with a bit of a wave of her hand.
Thank goodness! Sreelekha thought as she hadn't invited Indranidi in because Raghu was stood naked in the living area, gently stroking his massive erect cock.
"Welcome Memsaheb," he said, walking towards the Tolly actress.
Quickly he pulled her saree-saya up and grabbed her swollen mound. Her cheating body let her legs open so that he could feel her pussy.
"Oh, yes, Memsaheb. You're so wet down there, I can see you must have been missing me as well. Now, where were we? First, take all of your clothes off, right now and here."
It was silly as her conservative and orthodox mentality was gradually loosening for the last few days which prompted her to take off her clothes one by one. She realised that she had been naked, surely excepting her husband, first time before Karim and now before Raghu.
She must have put her hand down absentmindly to start stroking her pussy as she got a thrill from that realisation but her driver, her naked wanking driver, stopped her suddenly.
"Stop! I didn't say you could touch yourself, Memsaheb, did I? Remember, from today I'm not your driver... rather I'm your Malik and you're my slave. So if you want to touch yourself, you have to ask me for permission at first."
The trouble was that, the forceful way he said this, aroused the sober and so-called clean image levelled actress even more than she was already.
"Alright, Raghu, now I'm your personal slut, and you are in complete control of me."
"Fantastic! Now hear me attentively. I loved the nasty pictures of you Memsaheb, but I want to see more of your nastiness. And for that purpose, you've to display yourself to me the way women do on porno sites. Come into your bedroom, and I'll show you. No touching, either you or me until I say you can."
When they got to the bedroom, Raghu made his Memsaheb sit up next to him on the bed. The picture of her with the dildo in her pussy was still on the mobile screen. He touched the screen of his mobile and it was replaced by a series of pictures which were far more explicit.
She was experienced enough at this age about the availability of every kind of pornography on the internet, much of it free now. In her young days, if anyone wanted anything like that it involved buying a foreign magazine only from a dirty store in a bad area.
Although she'd seen a bunch of foreign as well as Indian porn magazines and story books in her parents' secret drawer one day and caught by her mother redhanded, she felt terribly ashamed. But the realistic mother wasn't offended at all by her daughter's discovery, rather she consoled her with a motherly tone and told her how wicked they were.
Not only that her mother allowed her to watch those silly magazines and read the story books without her father's knowledge. And when she got married, she forgot all about them. Nowadays she'd heard of girls sending nude pictures to their boyfriends and the other way as well.
Even, how easy it was today to download the porn. But fucking hell, she'd never imagined anything like the things which Raghu was now showing her and above all, doing those by herself wasn't even in her dream.
The images, Raghu scrolled through were mainly matured Indian women, some young, some it seemed older than her, holding their cunts wide open for the camera. How could so many shy-like Indian women be prepared to live with the shame of exposing their private parts to anyone with an internet link?
But then, what struck the Bengalee film-actress was the amazing diversity in the shapes, sizes and colours of all of those cunts. She knew that not everyone was quite the same as herself, but glimpses of her co-actress and very recently her friend Shabana hadn't prepared her for the reality.
Another shameful thought went through her brain, as she wondered what her daughter Maiya's pussy was like now. She'd seen plenty of her pussy when she was young, of course.
But like most Indian girls, when her breasts and pubic hairs started to grow, she started to keep herself private, even from her mother. Fuck, Sreelekha thought that she must have become a real slut, because she was determined to get a close look at her daughter's cunt. The deep levels of her wicked brain started working on, how she could make it happen.
Sreelekha then came to the reality from her dreaming as her driver continued the scrolling of his mobile. The pictures weren't all just women with their cunts open, though. There were simple housewives with Sindoor on their Sinthi, bangles or bracelet on hands and Mangalsutra around their neck. They were hiking their saree-saya up who were squirting and even some of them were pissing.
Another amazing type of picture was of pregnant women with different types of vegetables like carrot, brinjal, cucumber etc in their holes, some of them even bigger than her biggest dildo. Some pregnant women had cocks in one or both of their holes and the spunk was dripping out of them. Even there were women squeezing milk in jets out of their engrossed breasts or breastfeeding their babies with cocks in their pussies.
The conservative minded Tolly Queen was shocked but fascinated, especially by the Indian women's modernized attitude, leaving their so-called shyness and primitive cultures. She was sure that it would be possible to recognise the women by them just as well as their faces.
At some point, she was horrified by her thinking that she wanted to see more of them, including her daughter's also, as she just didn't seem to be able to control herself.
"It's your turn now, Memsaheb. I want to see you copy these beautiful women, so that I can see every detail of those bits of you that you are never supposed to show, even to your husband."
"But Raghu, why? These women all looked amazing and more sexy. So, wouldn't it be more enjoyable for you if I helped you to masturbate looking at them than me? Moreover, you could have lots of younger girls of your own age?"
"I don't want them, I just want you. And don't try to persuade me, just open your cunt, Memsaheb. I want to see so far into your vagina that I can see your cervix, just like this woman in this picture."
Shit, in the picture, a young girl was pulling her vagina open so wide, and the light was angled at the right angle, so that it really was possible to see her cervix also. Sreelekha thought that she wasn't sure if she could open herself that wide.
But it was so wonderful and exciting to know that her driver wanted to see her more than the beautiful young girl in the mobile. So she gave it her best shot, putting her fingers inside the cunt, and stretching herself open until it hurt.
"Fucking hell, Memsaheb, I can see every details of your pussy which was my dreaming item since I came to your house to drive your car. Your cervix is so small and I want to push my cock into it and spray my hot spunk as close to that tiny hole as I can."
That did it. Only her gynaecologist had ever seen that far upto that spot, and now what her driver had said, excited her so much that she couldn't control her lust.
"Come on then, Raghu, fuck me deep, and fuck me hard. Who knows, even though my gynaecologist confirms my inability to be pregnant in near future, perhaps you'll be able to give me a new baby."
Sreelekha couldn't believe what she said. She knew that if she became pregnant accidentally which wasn't possible at all, she could easily bypass that to her husband. Actually something inside her desperately wanted to get pregnant and carry her driver's child inside her.
Fortunately, the thought didn't last very long, as everything in Sreelekha's brain was wiped out by the feeling of Raghu's cock ramming into her, making her gasp as it hit the top of her sensative crevix. He grabbed one of her heavy succulent breasts in his hand, and kissed her on the lips, forcing his tongue between her teeth, and exploring the inside her mouth.
To be continued......
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